Tag: poets

Crossroads

Arriving at that place, New terrain, new surroundings… and yet, that familiar feel. I am at a crossroad. Another turning point, In a life of discovery. It is here I reflect, it is here I rest, it is here I experience my Self. It is here I can simply be. No need to rush, no

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Life As A Pink Peony

If I came to life as a flower, or maybe when I was… I’d see myself as a Peony. By far my favorite flower. Somehow writing that makes it sound full of ego, let’s say it’s the heavy dosing of self-love. Indeed I’d be a pink Peony, the color my eyes see as love, for

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